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Sunday, 11 October 2009

Whenever was it about the words?

'Will you use a taxi when I die?' Harry knew this was a test, but not what sort of test. The ones that started with screams, but ended in bedroom squeals were...manageable. 'Er...why?' 'Because you're a cheapskate.' Harry desperately checked for forgotten anniversaries. Why can't women speak plain?

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.